"Please describe her."
"A very tall, dark girl, with wonderful eyebrows; and she has broken in
Black Bess, that some of us men could not ride in comfort."
Mary changed color. She murmured, "No wonder the Hall is more attractive than the farm!" and the tears shone in her eyes.
"Oh, Mary," said Walter, reproachfully, "how can you say that? What is
Julia Clifford to me?"
"I can't tell," said Mary, dryly. "I never saw you together through my glasses, you know."
Walter laughed at this innuendo.
"You shall see us together to-morrow, if you will bless one of us with your company."
"I might be in the way."
"That is not very likely. Will you ride to Hammond Church to-morrow at about ten, and finish your sketch of the tower? I will bring Miss Clifford there, and introduce you to each other."
This was settled, and Mary was apparently quite intent on her sketch when
Walter and Julia rode up, and Walter said: